Looking up with undisguised surprise on her face, Hannah knew he had guessed something. Maybe Hestia had told him about trying to get out of spending time with her. She didn't sense this was about scolding, as she didn't think Hestia was suddenly turning wicked-stepmother on her or that her father was becoming one of those blind men in fairy tales, but somehow, he must suspect something because he would have no reason to talk about himself like that.
"Okay," she said quietly, all pretense of that fake smile long gone and then moved off in the direction of the sitting room. Once in there, she settled into the corner of a sofa, watching him worriedly. She hadn't meant to make him feel worse, to add to the unhappiness from her mother's loss and her probable contstant reminder of that, that loss that faded when he was with Hestia.